I didn't know what he was up to—and honestly, I couldn't care less.
The ceremony was about to begin. Mom ushered me to the dressing room to get ready. As I was getting my makeup done, she rambled on about the details of the ceremony.
"It's simple," she said. "Head to the church first, then Theodore will walk you down the aisle. Then finally, the two of you will exchange rings…"
It wasn't until she mentioned the groom's name that I realized I didn't even know his full name.
"Mom, what's Theodore's full name?" I couldn't help but ask.
Mom was stunned for a while, then she chuckled.
"Silly you! How could you not know your fiance's name?"
I scratched my head sheepishly. "I just… never got around to asking."
"He's Theodore Vasiliev," Mom said with a smile. "The youngest son of the Vasiliev family. In fact, you actually met when you were kids."
"We did?" I was surprised.
Nodding with a smile, Mom said, "Yeah. You were both really young back then. You probably don't remember,
